According to common sense, if it is not distilled wine, the longer it is stored, the more the alcohol will evaporate. Not to mention rice wine, which has a low alcohol content. Even if it is covered with a lid, I don’t believe you will be able to drink it after decades of storage.
Look, it's as bland as water and has no smell.
But the wine in the soul warehouse was different. I even suspected that it was not wine at all.
Chen Jiansheng is an old drunkard. He scooped it up with his hands and tasted a little bit. He immediately showed his drunkenness, talked loudly, and his face turned red.
"Chen Tugong, are you okay? Can you still walk?" I saw that he was unsteady, so I helped him.
"Yes! Why not!"
"Good wine! Really good wine! Enough!" He blushed and spoke with a loud tongue.
"It's really two hundred and five," Sister Hong rolled her eyes and cursed.
Chen Jiansheng held the soul warehouse with both hands and walked forward with unsteady steps.
"Let's go, let's go. I'm not drunk. This wine... I want to take this wine out and sell it for 100,000 a drop!"
I couldn't resist him, so I said, Chen Tugong, please pay attention to the road and don't fall.
There is a small road to the northwest of the sacrificial pit, which leads to the cave. This is the only road. It seems that it was built by people back then. We don't know where this small road will lead, but we just saw that those things entered from here.
Chen Jiansheng was swaying, holding his Hunchang wine jar and walking in front. Sister Hong and I followed behind him.
This path looks flat from the outside, but begins to slope after walking a few dozen meters.
I was overjoyed. I thought this was a good spot because it was an uphill road and it was possible to walk up to it.
suddenly.
"Zhizhi, zhizhi," many monkey-like sounds came from all directions.
Don't know where it came from.
In front of us, a bunch of things appeared...
It's those little mandrills with hats on.
They stopped in the middle of the road and screamed at the three of us, each holding a stone the size of a child's fist.
Sister Hong and I were startled by the battle in front of us, and subconsciously began to retreat.
There is a saying that goes well: If the enemy cannot move, I cannot move.
After all, this kind of animal belongs to the primate class. Whenever we move, we show timidity in their eyes.
"Sister Hong, be careful!"
In an instant, a stone hit her on the head.
Sister Hong reacted quickly. She twisted her neck in a flash, and the stone as big as a fist rubbed her hair and hit the wall with a bang. The stone split into two, showing that this move was very powerful. If it were
Being hit on the head like this, the brains would splatter out on the spot!
"Exit first!" Sister Hong immediately realized how dangerous the situation was.
"Let's go!" I dragged Chen Jiansheng, who was in a daze, and ran outside. Almost at the same time, a lot of gravel was thrown at me. I accidentally got hit on my arm, and my forehead was so painful that I was sweating.
After exiting, those things did not come out for the time being.
Seeing that my arm was bleeding, Sister Hong quickly asked me how I was doing and if it hurt.
It must hurt... But I covered my arm and held on and said, "It's okay. The skin is injured and the bones should be fine." I tried to lift my left arm, but I couldn't move my left arm at all.
It hurt. At that time, I guessed that it must be a fracture...
"I blame you!" Sister Hong glared at Chen Jiansheng: "You said you had nothing to do, why did you use that broken urine jar! Just such a delay, something happened!"
Chen Jiansheng's face was still red. I don't know if it was the effect of the wine or what Sister Hong said.
He shook his head and cursed: "It's just a bunch of hairy monkeys. Give me the knife and I'll stab them all to death!"
"No, Chen Tugong, please don't be impulsive," I endured the pain and said, "You can't underestimate these beasts. If you do that, you will die."
This uphill path is most likely the only way up, but we found it after so much effort, but couldn't go up because of a group of beasts, not to mention how frustrated we felt.
It would be nice to have a gun. If you had that kind of weapon in your hand at that time, you could just hit him with one shot and you would be sure to turn him into a hornet's nest.
Let's discuss it together, discuss how to solve these things, and find a way out.
Sister Hong came up with an idea. She said that one person could go in first to attract the attention of these things and draw them away. In this way, as long as they are not discovered, the remaining two people can pass safely.
Without breaking the bank, according to the current situation, this is indeed a solution, but the question then arises, who is going to do this?
Sister Hong looked directly at Chen Jiansheng.
"Go, you have the biggest responsibility when things happen like this." Sister Hong said with a cold face.
I thought Chen Jiansheng would argue. After all, if this thing goes wrong, someone will die. Unexpectedly, he lowered his head.
"Okay, then let me go and you hide in the back."
He didn't argue, and Sister Hong was visibly taken aback when he agreed so generously.
As if he had sobered up, Chen Jiansheng cupped his hands and said: "Boy, Chen Logistics, let me tell you something. I am the cause of the incident. If we were stoned to death, it would not be unfair, but I also want you to know something.
The thing is, I am not only a tomb robber, I am also a descendant of Pingmen Baichundian."
Sister Hong was stunned and said: "Bai Chundian, you said you are the successor of Xiaomenjingmen?"
Chen Jiansheng nodded, "Yeah, I don't have any other intention, I just want to sign up."
I just heard the news and was a little surprised.
Nowadays, many people don’t know what this little door is about.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, in addition to the Thousand Gates, which were engaged in tomb robbing and deception, and the Seven Yin Gates, which dealt with the dead, there were four main gates and small gates in the folk world.
This includes those who sell plasters, knives, steamed stuffed buns, jugglers, storytellers, fortune tellers, people who sell insect and eye drops, people who sell knives on credit, and people who break big rocks on their chests and practice qigong. They are quite famous now.
Wang Mazi Scissors and Qingfeng Steamed Bun Shop, their descendants were the original insiders in Xiaomen.
Chen Jiansheng said that he is the descendant of the old man Bai Chundian of Xiaomenjingmen, so he is a storyteller. There are many rumors in the industry about Bai Chundian. One of the more famous ones is that Mr. Bai can tell ghost stories.
Folk ghost stories are the same as ghost plays, the audience is not human. In the old society, when someone died, the head of the house would often invite someone to sing ghost plays and tell ghost stories. The nature of this thing is the same as hiring a song and dance troupe for free now.
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Speak it to the ghosts, sing it to the ghosts, and create a good relationship in the underworld.
Bai Chundian is such a person.
Unexpectedly, Chen Jiansheng, who has a plain appearance, has such an identity.
Chen Jiansheng chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, Chen Logistics. After all, our two factions do not bow their heads. My name is not Chen Jiansheng. My name is actually Bai Jiansheng."
"If I don't reveal my identity, I will die. It will be very miserable. But even if I live in misery, I am still a member of the sect after all. It's better to spread the news."
"Bai Jiansheng, a disciple of Spring Dianping, died in Moth Mountain, Shunde."
"If the news spreads, we will die with our names."
